Though I so desperately wanted to spend the rest of the night with Kurt, I somehow managed to drop him back home with half an hour to spare. Burt looked impressed as I walked Kurt to the door and brought him home safely, and even disappeared for a few seconds on the pretence of getting a beer so that we could say goodbye.
“Thank you so much, Blaine. This was possibly the most magical night of my life.”
“You know, if I didn’t feel the exact same way, I’d pull you up on a bad clich�.”
“You jerk!”
Kurt shoved my shoulder playfully, then moving his arm around to my waist with his other arm following suit. He pulled me into a close, warm hug that was appropriate enough if any family members happened to wander outside.
“I really do mean it, Blaine,” he whispered in my ear, “This was amazing.”
I tightened my grip around Kurt’s waist.
“No, thank you Kurt. You’ve made me the happiest guy in the world,” I whispered back.
At that moment, Burt had wandered back outside to usher Kurt inside.
“Nice to see you, Blaine. Drive safe, okay?” he called out to me as I turned towards my car.
“Will do. And thanks for letting me have Kurt tonight, I really appreciate it.”
“Anytime...”
******
When I drove back into the Dalton parking lot, I suddenly remembered the text Jeff had sent me. He’d discovered my little prank, and I was in for it. I knew it. Once Jeff plans his revenge, the wheels are already fast in motion. I knew he’d get everyone involved: Nick, Wes, Jason, David, all the Warblers, and probably everyone else in the dorm.
I took a quick glance into the back seat and saw the old coat I kept there in case it ever rained or snowed unexpectedly. I thought it was wise to bring that with me to use as a shield if necessary. You never know with Dalton guys.
I must admit, though, I was rather unimpressed with the silent halls of the boarding house. I was disappointed that I made it through the door with having buckets of goo and other random objects emptying above me. Absolutely nothing hit me. Maybe there weren’t any pranks?
I carefully walked over to my bed as slowly as possible, whipping my head around in every direction to see if anything was headed in my direction. I sat down on my bed, very aware of my surroundings, and started to pull my wallet, phone and keys out of my pockets to put them on my nightstand.
I noticed that Jeff wasn’t even in our room, which was odd considering that on weeknights our curfews are always 10:00pm at the absolute latest, and it was already 10:25.
He was up to something, and I knew it. Where the hell was he?
The answer came soon after I’d laid back in bed with my iPod (listening to some Katy Perry in light of my fantastic evening). Jeff walked into the room, shutting the door behind him and turning to me in an evil grin.
“So... how was your date, Blaine?” he asked, raising his eyebrows looking just as creepy as... well... as Pedo-Bear. Or Sandy Ryerson.
I pulled my earphones out and watched him carefully as I responded with a simple, “Fine....”
I noticed that his arms were behind his bag, holding onto this massive white thing that turned out to be a pillow.
“What’s that, Jeff?”
“This?” he said in mock surprise, “This? Oh... this is just something the boarders and I made for you in the art rooms today.”
He hit me right in the face with the massive pillow and ran to his bed, jumping underneath the covers. He was already wearing his Dalton tracksuit pants, and he threw off his Dalton sweatshirt in favour of the bare-chested look.
I looked down at the pillow in front of me as I heard Jeff’s stifled laughter. I flipped it over and nearly jumped straight onto his bed once I saw what was on the pillowcase.
“KURTIEBEAR CUDDLES MAKE BLAINEYBOO SMILE!” was written in bright, rainbow block letters above a picture of a teddybear with Kurt’s head photoshopped onto it.
Acting like I didn’t care made Jeff mad, so I simply put the pillow on top of my original pillows and climbed back on top of the bed, lying back with my head leaning on my arms.
“Well... don’t you like it, Blaine?”
“It’s fine. Comfy. Thanks man.”
I could practically see the smoke coming out of Jeff’s ears. Still, he refused to respond, instead taking a more serious approach to the conversation by changing the subject to the actual date.
“Okay. Spill. Tell me everything.”
“Well... we went to dinner, we talked, we had fun.”
“That’s it? I need details, bro.”
I thought about it for a moment before deciding on a simple yet informative response.
“It was perfect.”
“... you guys kissed?!”
Jeff sat up and genuinely smiled at me. He always was the most supportive non-gay friend I had.
“...yeah.”
“That’s awesome! Congrats!! I’m excited for you two now, I am.”
“Thanks... me too.”
“So are you boyfriends now?”
“I asked him that too...”
“...and?”
I nodded, not able to say anything with the massive grin on my face.
“Again, that’s awesome! I’m so happy for you. You deserve this Blaine.”
“Thanks Jeff.”
“Now you better get some sleep so you look all hunky for your boyfriend tomorrow.”
I snorted. “Ha! Like I’m not hunky enough already!”
Jeff and I continued to bait each other and tease each other until he fell asleep. I heard my phone vibrating on the nightstand, and when I picked it up, I smiled and giggled to myself when seeing the 1 New Message – Kurt Hummel light up my screen.
From: Kurt Hummel
Thankyou for tonight. Everything was perfect and so incredibly amazing. X
My stomach did some flips when realising that Kurt had signed off with an ‘x’. I couldn’t help but respond as quickly as I received the text.
To: Kurt Hummel
I should be thanking you, Kurt. YOU’RE amazing. Coffee tomorrow? x
Within seconds I received a reply.
From: Kurt Hummel
You, me, coffee at seven. X
I knew the next day was going to be amazing.